"Bob, where in hell are you? Baba has gone out, he'll be all the way in Khatt till tomorrow afternoon, bring your sexy Kenyan ass over," read the text message from Majida Zarawani. Someone's definitely horny, Robert Lotodo thought, wryly amused. Majida contacting him this late in the work day was more of an unexpected pleasure than a distraction. Knowing ho...
Yvonne Ibrahim is my name, and I'm a young Egyptian Coptic Christian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Last year I got kicked out of my beloved school, the University of Ottawa and enrolled at Carleton University. Why did I leave the University of Ottawa? It's a long and painful story, but I will do my best to tell it to you. May it se...
"Now I am free," Fatima Sayyid said, and the tall, curvy, Hijab-wearing Arab Canadian Muslim woman smiled as she stood before her late husband Salman Sayyid's grave. Smiling victoriously, Fatima barely stopped herself from tap dancing. At last she was finally free of the man who had been abusing her and crushing her spirit across two continents for the past...
Lying on her back, legs in the air, Feminist Icon Muriel O'Shea was exactly where she wanted to be. Her mouth was wide open, screaming obscenities and drooling as she experienced the fucking of a lifetime. The man fucking her was none other than Mohammed Akbar, a macho young man of Arabian and Somalian descent she met at her Introduction To Criminology class...
Sitting on my boyfriend Elias Ayele's face, I felt proud, beautiful and dignified, like a queen on her throne. My round and thick Yemeni posterior covered every inch of Elias's face, and he wormed his tongue into my asshole, licking me like his life depended on it. Lick it good, I whispered, feeling quite content with myself. Who says Arab Muslim women can't...
"You're Haitian and Muslim? No way, what on earth made you decide to embrace Islam?" Sawsan asked, and she looked at the big and tall young black man who stood before her, looking rather sharp in his dark blue security uniform, and shook her head. Will wonders never cease? For weeks now she'd been noticing the security guard following her every move whenever...
The crazy shit that women do never ceases to amaze me. And I am a woman. The name is Mercy Jane Perkins. My friends call me M.J. Who am I? A six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, chubby and big-bottomed Englishwoman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am forty three years old. And right now I'm dominating the hell out of a Black woman who w...
Gently I kissed Wajiha Fahim on the lips as we stood inside the quiet, secluded park in Vanier, Ontario. I've wanted to do this for so long, I told her breathlessly. Wajiha smiled and kissed me back, hugging me fiercely. There we were, just a couple of young people in love, hanging out in a park at night. It was raining quite a bit, kind of unusual for the C...
"Damn you for making me fall in love with you Afaf," I whispered to myself as I sat alone at a quiet corner of the campus library. Last night, Afaf Hafiz boarded a flight for Europe from the Ottawa International Airport, the first leg of a long journey toward her homeland of Saudi Arabia. The love of my life has flown away from the City of Ottawa, Ontario, n...
My name is Romania Tremblay, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Moncton, Province of New Brunswick, but raised in the Capital region of Canada. I have often been told that I cut an imposing figure. I stand six feet two inches tall, slim and fit, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I am one...